Ten pleasures for every wish.Twenty scratches for every itch.One hundred ways to catch a fish.Just a waste of my time.Dead beats, dead end streets,every step I falter.Fill my cup, fill me up,take me to the altar.

ChorusUpon this rock I've a reason.Upon this rock I am strong.Upon this rock I've a reason.I'm standing here where I belong.

Wish I hadn't built as big a house.Makes it hard to catch a little mouse.(I'd chase it but I'm feeling drowsy, allfrom wasting my time.)

I need a glimpse of my calling now, getmy feet back behind the plow.This idle age will not allow just a wasteof my time.This day burns away every indecision.Angst-free anchor me.